- As Christmas approaches I keep wondering how Isobel will react to certain things this year. She’s always held a deep-seated fear of Santa Claus, and this is without me ever foisting her onto his lap in the mall. In fact, you might remember that Anthony and I are somewhat of Christmas Assholes. None of our assurances that he isn’t really has done a whole lot to stem her irrational fear of the big guy. Over Halloween I tried to show her Nightmare Before Christmas, fully recognizing that we probably wouldn’t make it very far before she would get freaked out and ask to turn it off. And that’s what happened. But the part during which we had to turn it off? When Jack entered… Christmas town.
- A few weeks ago Isobel started saying her latest catchphrase, which is, “You guys are freaking me out up a tree.” I’m not sure if it came from something or if she made it up with her own brain, but we think it’s hilarious and now Anthony and I regularly say that to each other.
- Our two Thanksgivings were wonderfully successful even though I sort of destroyed myself making the dinner by myself for the second one. I really am not complaining because I absolutely love hosting holidays at our house and I adore cooking for my family. I loved every minute and I must have been running off of adrenaline because I didn’t even feel tired until about 8 o’clock. Many of my family members kept asking me to sit down and take breaks (especially Anthony) but I knew better. I was like a shark! If I were to sit down and stop moving for even a second, I would die! Or at least, fall asleep or just not be able to get back up. So I kept moving and cooking and preparing and when it was finally over I knew I would not be getting up again to anything meaningful until the next day.
- When the next day arrived I saved up up my caffeine rations and napped much of the day. I spent that evening once again Booth Babe/Bitch for my bestie Angela during her debut at our local indie craft fair Mod Shop 209. It’s been held the Saturday after Thanksgiving in a neighboring town for years under the name Handborn but this year was under new ownership and Angela decided to sign up as a vendor. We are so happy she did because not only was it much closer and less expensive than the other two shows she’s entered, but it was far and away her most successful. I am so very proud of her. She is very successful and she has earned it.
- Two extra things I am especially grateful for this year: 1. We left all of our extra chairs at Scott’s house after the Halloween party this year and completely forgot about collecting them. We have a total of six chairs in our dining room and I was anticipating twelve guests. In fact, I have such rampant pregnancy brain that I didn’t even remember they were at Scott’s house. Anthony did. If it were up to me I probably would have ran back into the house once I noticed they were gone to tell Anthony that we’ve been robbed, and somehow, they only took our chairs. But Anthony remembered and thank the sweet babby Picard jesus that Scott was home so we could pick them up. And, 2. We were so very fortunate to be able to have my Grandma join us this holiday. She is 95 and for the most part, too frail to leave the nursing home. Sunday family dinners at restaurants used to be her favorite outings and we did those together for years. We really didn’t think she’d ever be able to leave the nursing home again and we all took great pains to have family dinners with her in the conference room of the nursing home. Fortunately, my Aunt works at a nursing home, and after borrowing a transport wheelchair from a neighbor and a commode from storage, we were able to use this equipment and my Aunt’s safety expertise to have her join us for Thanksgiving. That was truly a wonderful thing for her and my entire family that none of us anticipated.
- The other day Zorro kept trying to jump on the table over and over while Isobel and I were crafting. Maine Coons aren’t the best jumpers, and being a middle-aged 30lb lumpus didn’t help the situation. “Look, Mama!” Isobel exclaimed, “Zorro is trying to make his dream come true!” Finally he landed on the table. His dream was to sit on some crinkly wrapping paper and watch us.
Sponsor Spotlight: Little Big Bazaar. These are a few of my favorite things.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Ten photos of home.
Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 22. Huger and huger.
Little Big Kitchen: Food Pantry Donations. The best foods to donate to your local food pantry year-round.
Snapshot 11.27.13. Isobel’s secret, two Thanksgivings, and my wonderful new talent.
Home Movies: What’s the baby’s name? Isobel helps me out with this.
Follow Friday: The River. Photos of Isobel’s first trip to the river plus the best tweets ever.
I regret to inform you my marriage to Captain Von Trapp has been cancelled. “I was a bit startled to be thrown aside for somone who flunked out of nun school…” Via bebehblog
The true calling of the aubergine: to be turned into penguins. I like eggplant, but this made me laugh so hard.Via raubrey
Christmas 2010: Transformation Complete. I hear you get a medal if you make it to the end of this post.
Thrift Store Gore: Christmas Special. Dozens of horrifying Santas.
Thrifty Giving: Christmas Presents 2012. Giving thrifted gifts for the holidays.
Wishing You Joy. Last year’s Christmas card.